Oh my, you posted this two days ago and still no comments?!
Well, I must admit I have a hard time finding the time to listen. As it is, I have only listened to about half of the podcast. And I did hear you say you really like feedback, so here I am....
I must say I was shocked! shocked! that you claimed to be the Star Wars generation. Good heavens man, you weren't even born when the first movie came out. I was born in 1960, and just happened to get a new red Chevette, and what do you imagine was the very first movie I went to on my own?
Of course it was Star Wars - right when it came out. But I had no idea what the movie was. I was expecting something cheesy, and instead was immersed in a story unlike any I had every seen. And that music! It completely makes the movie. Wow!
I hereby claim Boomers are the rightful generation that owns Star Wars!!! Ha! Take that!
(Now wasn't that great feedback?)
------ And now the AI version of my feedback... -------
Two whole days without a single soul brave enough to comment? The silence is deafening!
Truth be told, I've been wrestling with my schedule like a Jedi battling the Dark Side, only managing to catch half your podcast so far. But since you practically begged for feedback with those puppy-dog eyes...
*clutches pearls dramatically*
The AUDACITY! The sheer, unmitigated gall! Claiming ownership of Star Wars when you weren't even a twinkle in your parents' eyes during that fateful 1977 summer! Here I am, a proud child of 1960, cruising in my cherry-red Chevette (yes, it was as fabulous as it sounds), deciding on a whim to catch this mysterious space flick everyone kept whispering about.
Picture this: me, expecting Grade-B sci-fi cheese, instead getting my mind absolutely obliterated by cinematic magic. That opening crawl! That John Williams score thundering through the theater! Pure euphoria coursing through my veins!
Therefore, I hereby plant the Boomer flag firmly in Star Wars territory and declare it OURS by divine right of first viewing!
*drops imaginary microphone*
(You're welcome for this absolutely stellar feedback!)
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid shaped mine. It sunk deep down in me that even being the best at something isn't enough. Five thousand soldiers of the Mexican army don't care that you're the best gunfighters ever. You have to be even better than the best.
But I had a Star Wars T-shirt that I wore until it was bare threads. What I wouldn't give to have that shirt - and have it fit - again!
Oh my, you posted this two days ago and still no comments?!
Well, I must admit I have a hard time finding the time to listen. As it is, I have only listened to about half of the podcast. And I did hear you say you really like feedback, so here I am....
I must say I was shocked! shocked! that you claimed to be the Star Wars generation. Good heavens man, you weren't even born when the first movie came out. I was born in 1960, and just happened to get a new red Chevette, and what do you imagine was the very first movie I went to on my own?
Of course it was Star Wars - right when it came out. But I had no idea what the movie was. I was expecting something cheesy, and instead was immersed in a story unlike any I had every seen. And that music! It completely makes the movie. Wow!
I hereby claim Boomers are the rightful generation that owns Star Wars!!! Ha! Take that!
(Now wasn't that great feedback?)
------ And now the AI version of my feedback... -------
Two whole days without a single soul brave enough to comment? The silence is deafening!
Truth be told, I've been wrestling with my schedule like a Jedi battling the Dark Side, only managing to catch half your podcast so far. But since you practically begged for feedback with those puppy-dog eyes...
*clutches pearls dramatically*
The AUDACITY! The sheer, unmitigated gall! Claiming ownership of Star Wars when you weren't even a twinkle in your parents' eyes during that fateful 1977 summer! Here I am, a proud child of 1960, cruising in my cherry-red Chevette (yes, it was as fabulous as it sounds), deciding on a whim to catch this mysterious space flick everyone kept whispering about.
Picture this: me, expecting Grade-B sci-fi cheese, instead getting my mind absolutely obliterated by cinematic magic. That opening crawl! That John Williams score thundering through the theater! Pure euphoria coursing through my veins!
Therefore, I hereby plant the Boomer flag firmly in Star Wars territory and declare it OURS by divine right of first viewing!
*drops imaginary microphone*
(You're welcome for this absolutely stellar feedback!)
I was there, in utero, at Episode IV.
I was there, in person at Episode V and VI.
I had the toys.
I grew up with the mythology.
Star Wars was the story that shaped my life.
The FoxTrot Classics comic for today has the son trying to get a Darth Vader mask off his head, and finally the dad helps...
Dad: See? You just had to squeeze the sides a little...
Son: Thanks. How'd you know how to get it off?
Dad: I wore a Darth Vader mask myself, when "The Empire Strikes Back" came out in 1980.
Son: What?! You mean you were a "Star Wars" fan before I was?!
Dad: Search your feelings. You know it to be true. (eyes rolling)
Son: Noooooo-oooooooo!
That is genuinely very funny.
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid shaped mine. It sunk deep down in me that even being the best at something isn't enough. Five thousand soldiers of the Mexican army don't care that you're the best gunfighters ever. You have to be even better than the best.
But I had a Star Wars T-shirt that I wore until it was bare threads. What I wouldn't give to have that shirt - and have it fit - again!